Joys of Phoebe

... Phoebe turned 11 months old yesterday and we went through the day without even acknowledging it. Not on purpose, of course ...

Must be a sign that we've grown used to having her around. That things aren't so new to us anymore ...

She's scooting and crawling around the house faster than we can keep up now. And she's getting pretty good darn at pulling herself up on things ... The other day I left her in her crib with some toys for barely five minutes, and when I returned she was standing and holding on to the bars, jumping up and down on the mattress, probably out of excitement for having pulled herself up for the first time ...

Last night Kates and I had some good fun giggling, too, as we watched Phoebe try to pull herself up on our dining room table ... In one way it looked like she was trying to do chin-ups. In another, it looked like the scene in Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events with Sunny swinging from the table by her bite.

Then there's this ... One of her new favorite things is to crawl down our hallway and find the doorstop, which has proven to be endlessly fascinating for her ... After several nights of trying, I finally captured a good clip of her playing with her new toy ...